'Mione—
The war is starting, and I'm damn nervous, I must admit. It's late, and we all just got back from school. Ginny's in her room, sleeping or crying…I'm not sure. I can't wait until the wedding, and I'm saying I can't wait because it will be a wonderful event—the marriage of my brother. But really I know I want to see you.
I guess I'll be seeing you early then. You'll come over here, and I guess we'll go to France, then, if your parents approve. The funny thing is…I don't think I really know your parents. Have I ever seen them? I don't quite remember.
I just read over this and realized that I can't give this to you. Looks like it's time to rewrite! But I'll save this, anyway. You never know. I might want you to read this one day…
Ron

'Mione
Well, you just wrote me a letter. I feel stupid, because yes, I've already written you back yet here I am writing you another letter…one you'll never even see! But just in case I go to read this, years from now, and wonder what the bloody hell I'm talking about, you've just invited me to your house next week. I'm not quite sure why. Part of me wants it to be that I'm "meeting your parents", but I won't grace myself with that honor.
Harry is at his aunt and uncle's still. Part of me is saying, "It would be quite nice to go and save him!" But the other part is elated that you've invited me over.
I just realized I can't dance.
Ron

Hermione,
Sweet Merlin, I'm over your house now. And I'm in your guest bedroom! Your parents are nice folks, really, although I don't think your dad likes me much. Maybe I'll actually give you this letter…but wait, never mind.
Anyway, we just came upstairs after dinner. And I'm going to hang out in your room and talk with you, about when we should pick up Harry, and stuff, but Ginny's here too, and really I was thinking me-and-Hermione-in-her-room-alone…but Ginny tagged along, so never mind that! I wish that you had one more guest bedroom so maybe we could have some time alone.
Right, well, I have some business to take care of, and then I'll go visit you. I really don't know why I write these…
Maybe I do for therapy…
Ron

Hermione…
We decided we'd finish the week out at your house and then get Harry. That's where we just were. Your folks were sweet and your dad seemed really interested in the magical world. I didn't quite like that they thought I might have to get braces, though! Nope, that's not for me. I'll try a teeth straightening spell, but Mum did that to me when I was little, only the one tooth is crooked, and I think it looks rather dashing.
Well, we're at my home now. Harry's in the room…thinks I'm writing a school paper. Like I'm honestly thinking about that? I know it's hard to think about, but…we might not even go back to school! What's the point?
June is coming to a close. Next month will bring a trip to France among other things. Your good bye to your family was quite sad, and I don't want to think about what will happen when I leave mine.
I'm not ready for this war.
Ron